You know, Fannie Lou Hamer when, and you, when I think of Fannie Lou Hamer, I think of her sitting in her house in Ruleville. She loved to cook and we had a lot of different dishes and like greens and beans and stuff like that, you know. And she cooked big pots of stuff and I think of her as full of laughter. She was very full of humor about her situation. I would be, I was, you know, be very, I would be so mad because something would be done happened that night or that day or whatever, and that we would end up laughing about it. But she, she could see humor in anything, you know, and that's the way I think about her. You know, she would, somebody would take us or take us to jail and she would say, did you see his eyes, you know, and say, his eyes were just gleaming you know. And say, his lip was just quivering you know. And says, honey, he was so mad he was about to have a stroke, and I was so tick off[sic], hoping that he would, you know, and we, you know, it's that kind of feeling that you have about Ms. Hamer. She gets you out of your anger, and into looking at the anger and the sickness of what was happening to us. That it was a sick situation. She was—